Meadow

Strange disappearances were happening all across the islands. A couple horses from the Inlet dissapeared after some wolf sightings and a few members of the Cove were gone too. Even the Bay suffered the loss of it's leader (of no saddness to Ironclad) and some of it's members. No dount a pack of wolves wouldn't need that much to eat. He was beginning to think they all had just up and left the island drama. Even Cherokee had left him, but he figured his trust issues over what she did was the reason. Though she had left Lakota behind and he wonders why. Did something bad happen to her and her older filly or did she truly want to leave the happenings of Lakota behind her?

Nonetheless, Ironclad was left once again mareless aside from the young Medusa. He didn't plan to meet her for another year since she was only a yearling and he would never strip a child from it's parents. Funny, here he was a two year old and already knee deep in mare problems. You could say he caused the trouble himself by being so damn charming. He grins at the thought as his prous head holds above the rocking waves. Today he plans on seeking out new members for his herd. Medusa will need someone to boss around when she does come to the Inlet.

He reaches the safety of land and quickly crawls up the beach with a sigh. The weather in the meadow was much easier to deal with soaking wet than the Inlet was, but he didn't have much time to dawn on it because noise nearby distracted him. He could hear the sound of a filly squealing and running as she played across the wide open space. Blue eyes search for her until he finally lays hia sights on the painted figure further inland. She was cute, but he had no clue who she was. One thing for sure, he felt the itch of a child watching her.

His back legs kick out before he springs forward. Ironclad races after the bay dun filly, letting out squeals of joy and excitment. Hopefully she would enjoy the company because he really needed some stress relief right now.